All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Heiress: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

AriaThe slow sound of the machine beeping woke me up from my slumber. I slowly opened my eyes, and at first, everything looked blurry and bright. The only thing I saw was white walls, and I was confused. Was I dead? Was I in heaven? I blinked repeatedly, and the room became clear. I looked around and noticed I was in a ward. The door opened and Richard walked in.He ran to me once he noticed I was awake. “Aria,” he called, looking down at me worriedly. I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out.“I will get the doctor,” he said, running outside. I lay on the bed without moving, and shortly after, he returned with help. Doctor James checked my vitals and spoke to me, but I was too weak to utter a word.“W-water,” I finally whispered, hoping he heard me. Richard looked around the room and quickly grabbed me a bottle of water. After drinking the water, I felt better.“How is she, Doctor?” he asked, looking at me worriedly.Doctor James sighed. “Her health is deteriorating

Aria“There, there, stop crying. A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be crying,” I told her, pulling away. She sniffled, and I wiped her tears, taking her face gently in my hands.“You know how much I love you, right?” I asked. She nodded, and I smiled. “I got you that car you’ve always wanted, and a house. All for you,” I told her.Her eyes widened in shock, a bright smile spreading across her face. “Really?”I nodded. “It’s your push gift. You are my baby sister, and I would do anything to make you happy. You know that.”Lily beamed, throwing her arms around me. “Thank you, Sister! I’m so happy!” she exclaimed, and I laughed quietly.She had always wanted that house and car, but I had kept telling her, not now. She had begged me so many times, but back then, I wasn't ready for her to leave the estate and live on her own. I was just trying to be a p

AriaI stepped out of the car and looked up at the headquarters of Brooks & Co. Holdings. The towering skyscraper reached into the sky, its sharp glass facade reflecting the morning clouds like a giant mirror. Below, the elevated plaza was lined with sleek white walkways, neat green lawns, and a glass skybridge connecting the towers. It was imposing, modern, and powerful, my father's empire, which was willed to me. And now, I was back to take back control.I used to wonder why Richard wanted this company so badly, but now I know exactly why. This was a massive, beautiful skyscraper with over 3,000 employees, and I controlled it all. My employees respected me; they bowed their heads when I passed. He was jealous of the control I had, jealous of the respect. He wanted to be respected like I was, to be feared. He probably went to bed every night dreaming of how he was going to take over and become CEO. I had been a fool, after all, because I had been ready to hand all of this over to him

Aria“Oh, you’re back,” I said, setting the table.He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “It’s been a long day,” he mumbled.I smiled warmly. “Well… I made dinner. Why don’t you wash your hands and join us?”He nodded, handing his briefcase to the maid as he walked toward the kitchen. Lily walked over slowly and took her seat at the dining table. She looked lost in thought, but I pretended not to notice. Moments later, Richard returned, and I served all three of us, pouring orange juice into our glasses before sitting down.“I didn’t know you were coming back to the estate,” Richard told me, grabbing a napkin.“I stayed at the penthouse long enough. I needed to come back home. I miss being around my family and besides, I’ve missed out on so much of Lily’s pregnancy,” I replied, taking a sip of my juice. Lily forced a faint smile, and Richard nodded stiffly. If there was one thing I was certain of, it was that neither of them was happy about my presence. Honestly, I didn

“There’s too much media chaos right now. I want everyone to stay inside the estate for their own safety, at least until I hire a new security,” I told them. They all nodded silently.“Where is Dad?” I asked, glancing around.“He’s down with flu, he’s resting in his room,” my mother mumbled.I nodded. “I’m going to go check on Richard.”“Yes, go. He really needs you right now,” Aunt Mila whispered.I offered her a tight, bitter smile before hurrying up the stairs. When I walked into our bedroom, Richard was pacing like a caged animal, violently drinking alcohol from the bottle. “You’re going to get yourself wasted,” I said gently, setting my bag down. I reached out to take the bottle from him, but he pulled it out of my reach.He let out a harsh, bitter laugh, taking another heavy swig. “CEO Aria Smith and her struggling businessman husband,” he quoted under his breath, staring out the window. “What a poetic choice of words.”He looked completely undone, far more devastated by the med